Page 14 of His Little Garnet

Surgient is watching me. I can feel his gaze on my face. It’s mortifying.

A tight knot has formed in my belly. I’m going to come. My vision is blurring. I’ve had orgasms before. Plenty of them. Alone in my room with my vibrator. I’ve never had an orgasm with a man or in front of anyone. Nor have I had one without battery-operated assistance.

“Papi,” I cry out, arching my hips off the mattress. My heels are digging into the bed. “Please…” I want him to stop. I also don’t want him to stop, but I’m going to embarrass myself completely in a moment.

The second he pinches my second nipple, I come so hard I scream. My ears are ringing from the sound of my voice, shocking me. My pussy is pulsing hard around nothing. Papi is still gripping my nipple, rolling it, teasing it, tugging on it.

Suddenly, his lips are on the other one, and he sucks it into his mouth, making me come again. This second orgasm takes my breath away. I’ve never had two orgasms in a row. It takes me a while to reach one. This second one lasts longer. Or it doesn’t seem to stop.

Just as the waves of my release slow down, I feel a tiny prick against my nipple and nearly fly off the bed. Papi’s hand comes to my pelvis, holding me down while he laps at my swollen bud, kissing it and flicking his tongue over it again and again.

My pussy is pulsing, that second orgasm turning into a third, or maybe it’s still the second one that won’t stop. It’s impossible to focus on any one thing, but I’m pretty sure Papi pierces my nipple several times. Each time, my arousal grows.

When he finally releases my swollen bud, I’m still flinching. My body is in spasms. My legs are flopping around restlessly. I can’t move anything else because Papi has a firm hand on my pelvis, and Surgient is holding my arms.

Surgient… Oh God. He just watched me come over and over. I’m not really even done yet. Pulses inside my pussy keep making me flinch.

My mouth falls open as I slowly focus on Papi’s face. He’s smiling down at me, inches separating us. He’s smoothing my hair back with one hand.

I’m panting. Gasping really. As more of my plight filters into my mind, I panic and twist my head to the side, trying to look away.

“Take a breath, Baby girl,” Papi encourages softly as if I just stubbed my toe instead of being brought to more orgasms than I can count while someone else watched. He’s still stroking my hair. It feels good. His touch is calming me. “On Eleadia we take the sexual health of our females very seriously, Olivia.”

I swallow. I can’t think straight.

“I’m extremely pleased that you’re so responsive to me, Baby girl,” he continues. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

I jerk my gaze to his. Is he crazy?

He smiles. “I know it’s not customary for your medical professionals on Earth to bring their patients to orgasm, but on my planet, it’s part of our examination.”

Not customary? Is he kidding? It’s not a thing at all.

I still can’t catch my breath.

“I’m going to examine the rest of you now, Baby girl.”

Examine the rest of me?Every time he touches me, I nearly come. This is a bad idea. I shake my head. “No,” I whimper.

“Not optional, Little one. Would you rather Surgient examine you? His touch won’t affect you as strongly as mine.”

I shift my gaze to the other doctor and shake my head. “No. Please.” The only thing I can think of that would be worse than Papi continuing to touch me is for someone else to do so while he watches. At least Papi is my… What is he? My mate? I think he called me his mate.

“Okay. Try to relax while I continue.” He slides his hands down my torso to my hips and then my thighs and lower.

I’m shocked when he grabs my ankles and lifts my lower half off the bed like a parent would an infant. He slides something under me. A towel of some sort. And then he parts my legs. “Knees wide, Baby girl.”

I’m trembling. I don’t want to argue because that will only make this take longer. So, I comply and spread my thighs apart farther.

“Good girl.” His enormous hands land on my inner thighs to hold them even wider. His thumbs come to my lower lips, parting them.

When he reaches for a glove, I squeeze my eyes closed. I’m so wet. Soaked. No reason to try to hide it. It’s his fault. All I can do is pray he doesn’t touch me more than necessary down there because I no longer believe I’m a one-orgasm kind of gal. Apparently I can have multiple, and if he touches my clit, I’ll come again.

I hold my breath while he palpates my vulva and lifts the hood off my clit. Holy shit.

“How many sexual partners have you had, Little one?” Surgient asks.

I purse my lips.

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